Mist lurks, gathers around a wan sun
in a fickle sky
Trees, afraid to stand in the open
stunted, bent, roots littered with bones
We pant raggedly, unyielding moor
draining us down to mires and darkness
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond
We are off to hike in mid-Wales, where the farmers refer to the land as MAMBA (Miles And Miles of B**ger All). Hopefully, we won’t get lost!